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anintrovertedechoe · 10 months
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Lucifer: who the fuck took my demonus i just wanna talk
the brothers knowing that whoever did is fucking dead:
MC: it was me.
Lucifer: what.
MC: it was me.
Lucifer: why??? you literally can’t even get drunk off it????
MC: it tastes like capri sun and i miss it you whore
Lucifer: what the fuck is a capri sun
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can't believe the peak character design for THE Lucifer Morningstar is an out-of-touch overprotective dad, who would do anything for his kid(s), and is trying to connect with them but instead he accidentally makes them think he doesn't give a shit and ends up giving them serious daddy issues
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moonartz123 · 1 year
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Plane things with peepaw luci✨
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the-great-chimera · 8 months
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Mc: *trying to annoy lucifer* "Miss me miss me now ya gotta kis- uh...."
Lucifer: * smirks* "Now I gotta what?"
Mc: * shoves him and tries to walk away* "No nothing nevermind"
Lucifer: * chasing after them* "Nonono, now I gotta what???-"
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Lucifer: Why aren’t the dishes in alphabetical order?! Satan: What does that even mean?
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kanashi-jasmine · 3 months
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Give the oldest brother a kiss
Original: @mitzubao from twitter
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sempaksiete · 1 year
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Nightbringer MC shenanigans
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I feel like this would happen when they have to attend a formal event. Since MC's magic is not as strong as in the main game, i feel like they would ask solomon to transform them instead lol
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Also have this goober man nightbringer design. maybe i will update nightbringer stuff in the future hehe
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louisfruit · 3 months
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About my last post: I think Lucifer makes comments that seem yandere about how MC couldn't leave him if they tried as a defense mechanism. He hates how vulnerable MC makes him and how they could easily hurt him by leaving so he tries to take control of the situation by acting controlling. The man is afraid of getting hurt
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bunnypansy · 4 months
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The Perfect Fit
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Rated R for EXPLICIT CONTENT!
You're new to the Devildom and you'd love some positive attention from Lucifer- you suppose now is your best chance to get it, but you might be in over your head.
Featuring: Lucifer, and you! Beware! This film contains: cis!male!reader, lightly dubious consent, erotic asphyxiation, worship kink (reader acknowledges Lucifer as god in a few parts), Lucifer has a poorly hidden praise kink, facefucking, semi-public sex, light degradation (Lucifer calls reader a slut/whore a couple times), use of "good boy", light orgasm denial, mirror sex, begging, hair pulling, no condoms, Lucifer is overall a meanie, erhm it gets kinda messy even though I didn't mean to whoops
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Lucifer doesn't use the lord's name anymore- but God, you were testing his patience.
This trip was fully necessary, you'd been dragged to the Devildom in an instant, left with no time to pack and you couldn't wear your uniform all the time. Lucifer usually would've employed another one of his brothers for this task, as a shopping trip with a human was a bit beneath him, but Asmodeus was busy, and the rest were generally unruly. 
He wasn't sure why you had to show him everything you tried on, but he was sure that it was making him feel things he'd rather not. The Devildom was hot, yes, but fucking hell; could you wear anything else?
The tight hug of tiny shorts around your thighs, the expanse of your skin visible beneath an all-too-small crop top, the dangerous swish of a skirt, the urge to lift it higher- no. No. About 20 minutes ago, he asked you to "dress more respectably", and now he was starting to regret it. 
The end begins when you peek out of the dressing room, to make a small request of Lucifer; a zipper is giving you trouble. Lucifer has half a mind to tell you to "put it back then", but for some idiotic reason, he follows you into the small stall. The door shuts behind him with a sense of finality.
"It's here, on the back." You turn your back to him, a funny thing to do when in such close proximity to a demon. He follows your hands and finds a small zipper at the waistline, tucked slightly beneath your fingers, an invisible one- the kind that always gets stuck. "Can you just pull it closed for me?"
Lucifer assumes this will be an easy task, giving you a little nod in response. He pinched the zipper between his thumb and forefinger, then pulled the zipper up- or tried to, anyway. The zipper stays firmly in place.
"You've really gotten yourself stuck, hm?" You watch Lucifer through the mirror in front of you, his lips pressing into a firm line. 
"Mm, yeah I guess…" It would've been nice to impress him with your more refined clothing choices, you'd like his approval, but this zipper seemed to be ruining things for you. 
Lucifer's grip shifted and your breath hitched, a hand moving to your hip and squeezing tightly. "Hold still."
You suppress a shudder as his breath ghosts across your skin, only responding to his command with a quick nod. Lucifer's fingers bear down, squishing the flesh of your hips until they find the points of bone beneath.
The tightness of the shorts is felt far before you recognize the sound of the zipper fastening shut. The black fabric squeezes around your waist and thighs with unforgiving firmness, the fat around your hips puffing out around the hems. You instinctually yearn to rip them off, but Lucifer's hands don't leave your hips.
Here, standing in front of the mirror in the dressing room, Lucifer finally got a good look at your outfit. A white chiffon blouse, the fabric beautiful against your skin, the black bow draping over your chest matching perfectly with the shorts you'd tucked the blouse into.
"This is better." A finger slips under the waistband of your shorts, pinned against your skin. A disapproving hum rises in his throat. "A bit tight." 
Under statement of the century, the shorts might as well be strangling you. Your throat is dry now, you lick your lips and try to force out words. "Yeah, I think they're a little too small."
Lucifer disagrees. The fabric pulls tight around your body, the high waist riding up high enough that he gets a peek at your ass and gives him a near-perfect imprint of your bulge. Hands slowly stroke your sides, up and down, from your ribcage to your hips; you and Lucifer are holding eye contact through the mirror.
Slowly, painfully, you watch while Lucifer's hand brushes its way down the front of your body. His hand lands on the soft swell in your pants, and you draw in a sharp breath. Surely, he won't do it- right? Lucifer, the refined, prideful man, would never grope a lowly human such as yourself.
"How does it feel?" Your thoughts come to an abrupt halt when Lucifer’s voice rumbles in your ear.
"How does-" You begin to turn, to look back to Lucifer and beg the question that burns you, but he squeezes your growing hard-on and you fall still with a strained gasp.
He reiterates the question, trying to burrow through the thickening fog of your brain. 
“How do the shorts feel?” Lucifer’s long fingers wiggle beneath the hemline of your shorts and briefs, smoothing over the skin of your tummy. It’s hard to think while he’s drawing circles on your skin, the soft leather of his gloves fueling the heat between your legs. 
“They, uh,” you swallow hard, “they feel good.” A strangled whimper spills from your throat when one of Lucifer’s hands encircles the base of your cock, his touch so faint it’s tantalizing.
“How good?” His is velvet-smooth in your ear, breath hot against your skin.
This was a terrible idea, the dressing rooms aren’t noise absorbent and Lucifer is a man of high status, it’s best if you both put this idea out of your minds. Logically, you both know better than to go on.
“Lucifer, we shouldn’t be doing this-” Your hand slaps itself over your mouth on instinct, muffling the dangerously loud whine that ripped from your throat; the demon had squeezed your shaft so tightly that it ached.
You can’t help but squirm when Lucifer lets out a disappointed sigh next to your ear, his hands sliding from your shorts. “That’s not what I asked.”
Your head spins as Lucifer shoves you up against the dressing room mirror, his hand on the back of your head and forcing your cheek into the cold glass. The popping of stitches is so loud that it feels like a gun has gone off in your ears, you flinch all the same when Lucifer unceremoniously tears off your shorts. 
“Now, let’s try again,” Lucifer discarded his glove in a heartbeat, and the sensitive nerves of your precum-slicked dick are exposed to the demon’s calloused skin. “Tell me how good it feels.”
Now, it’s not a question, Lucifer has given you a demand, spurred on by the quick and rough way he strokes your cock. Your body craves his touch, arching and bucking into Lucifer’s hand almost wildly with a chorus of pitiful whimpers. “Good- oh, f- good! It feels so-”
Lucifer abruptly stuffs his leather glove into your mouth with a scoff of disgust- you realize it tastes of the precum you leaked all over his hand.
“You’re too fucking noisy,” His stroking hand slowed to a near halt, squeezing so tightly around the tip of your cock that you wail into the glove between your teeth, pre dripping down your shaft and onto the dingey carpet in thick globs. “Are you trying to get caught? Do you know what will happen to you if Lord Diavolo hears of this?”
“A demon of such high ranking, like myself, having intimate relations with the human exchange? A much weaker,” the rough skin of Lucifer’s thumb brushes over your slit and you groan at the sting, tears gathering on your lash line, “more vulnerable creature.”
“A scandal like this would take a terrible toll on my standing.” He takes care to trace over the veins of your length, seemingly lost in thought and paying little mind towards your pathetic cries. “We’d have to get rid of you, of course.”
Blood stills in your veins; how painfully vague of him. Your attempts to argue are quickly dismissed, Lucifer only stuffs the glove further into your mouth with a condescending coo. 
“Hush, hush, no talking.” He pats your thigh comfortingly, like trying to quiet an anxious pet. “Perhaps my brothers could find some use for you before you’re discarded…”
Lucifer hums in thought, trailing his hand over your balls, then back towards your ass. Precum-slicked fingers draw tight circles over your rim, pausing to just barely press inside you and watch you squirm back against him. “Or maybe, we’d get to keep you.”
The suggestion has you beyond delighted, grinding back onto Lucifer’s hand with a moan and a trembling grin as he finally forces two fingers into your tight ass. “You’d look good in a cage, don’t you think?”
You’re in no position to disagree, bracing yourself against the mirror as you rock into the thrusts of Lucifer’s hand urgently. You need a little more, just a little more and you can cum. Your moans grow higher and higher in pitch- you’re not being subtle in the slightest. Your cock is twitching and throbbing vigorously, the rough tips of Lucifer’s fingers scraping against your insides only worsening the heat in your tummy. 
Your moans are beginning to sound more like sobs, turning utterly incoherent as you finally, finally- there’s a slick pop as Lucifer pulls his fingers out, leaving you dazed and needy. At last, you let the glove fall from between your teeth, turning back to plead with Lucifer but scarcely getting a whimper out before he grabs you by the cheeks. 
“You’re such a mess,” he laughs, actually laughs into your hot, tear-stained face. and drags you to the ground, leaving scuffs on your knees. “What makes you think you’ve earned the right to cum? What have you done for me?”
Lucifer’s hand tangles in the hair at the nape of your neck, forcing your face into the tent in his pants. “If you do well, I’ll consider letting you cum, how’s that?”
You can feel the warmth of his erection on your cheek, your own cock spasming in response. Like a bitch in heat, you can’t help but nuzzle against his bulge, eager to get it out of his pants and inside you. Your clumsy hands make quick work of the buttons and zipper on his slacks, freeing his cock in a matter of seconds- you don’t even need instructions before you take the head of his dick in your mouth, sucking away the pre that had gathered at Lucifer’s tip. The taste is tangy, salty, and beckons you to take Lucifer’s cock further into your mouth. 
The promise of an orgasm makes you work hard; bobbing along Lucifer’s length, tracing your tongue over the veins on his length, squelching obscenely as you suck away at him. A hand tangles in your hair, pushing the stray tufts away from your face and tilting your head to stare up at Lucifer. You’re helpless to do anything but watch as he slides his hand to the back of your head, slowly pushing you to sleeve the rest of his cock into your throat. For a moment, you struggle against Lucifer’s grip, throat constricting around his dick as you attempt not to choke.
“Don’t struggle,” Lucifer warns, pressing your nose against the short hairs at his pelvis more firmly when you don’t listen. “Don’t.”
Finally, you go lax against him, tongue lolling out to lick at Lucifer’s sac while you go on attempting to slurp at his dick. Hesitantly, as if waiting for you to fight him once more, Lucifer pumps his hips against your face with a satisfied sigh. “Good boy, good boy; you’re doing perfect.”
You can feel the ridges and veins of his cock sliding over your tongue and scraping the inside of your throat. It aches but you don't move, you're too drunk on his praise to even consider it. 
He starts with a slow in-and-out pump, reassurance that you're not going to choke on his dick, before his grip shifts yet again. The hand once positioned in your hair slides down to your neck, Lucifer's wide palm covering the column of your throat with ease, his fingers digging into the soft flesh on either side–he's getting a firm grip. You panic on the first sharp thrust into your mouth, hands smacking at Lucifer's thighs frantically while you gag and retch around his length, but he hardly seems to notice.
The demon is utterly lost in his own pleasure, his head tilted back in hitched sighs as he fucks your throat with the same mindless ferocity as a toy. Wet gargles fill the small dressing room as you desperately attempt to get a single breath, fingers curled in the fabric of Lucifer's pants. Air, you need air, you can't get a proper breath in with Lucifer's dick filling your throat. The corners of your vision are starting to go dark, your head fuzzy, your lungs are beginning to burn. 
Only when you're sure that Lucifer is going to let you suffocate does he pull you off his cock, thick webs of saliva stuck to his tip and your lips. You gasp and cough wetly, the lightheadedness fading with each new inhale.
"Up on your feet." The command comes and you nearly sob, nothing sounds more impossible to you than standing.
With deer legs, you stumble into something resembling a standing position, still huffing and whimpering weakly. 
"Hands against the mirror, now." Lucifer motions with a hand for you to turn around and stand against the mirror and like an obedient bitch, you do so.
Mostly, you're leaning on the mirror, chest pressed up against the glass and hips tilted back for Lucifer, you're too exhausted to do much else.
"No, not like that." Lucifer sighs in annoyance, grasping you by the hips and pulling you back until you're bent over at the waist, only your palms flat against the mirror.
The moments of silence between his words left you trembling with anticipation, sweaty palms leaving sticky prints on the mirror. A fingertip traces a trail of fire down your spine, before smoothing flat against the small of your back, steadying you as the tip of Lucifer's cock squishes up against your rim. You expect him to push forward, to finally fuck you like you need- but he waits, the head of his dick pressed to your entrance, with no sign of moving. Your impatience grows, cock leaking precum over your thighs, slickening your skin as you rub them together.
"Lucifer…?" With a small rock back, you whine of his name, trying to coax him into fucking you.
He only pulls his hips back, drawing a pitiful noise from your throat. "Beg. Beg for me to fuck you."
Your words catch in your throat, shame keeping you quiet. When Lucifer's hand strikes your thigh, you have to bite your lip to muffle a yelp.
"I could leave you here; a dripping, needy, slut." His words are a cruel hiss, forcing tears to well in your eyes. "Just beg, tell me how badly you want me inside of you, or you get nothing." 
Still, your jaw is firmly closed, far too ashamed to say anything- until Lucifer begins to pull away. 
"No! No, no, please," the threat becomes real and you panic, bracing one arm against the mirror and using your free hand to spread yourself open for him. "Please Lucifer, I want you so bad, I need you…"
Every word is a whisper, still afraid of getting caught, but too worked up to possibly go without Lucifer's cock now. A self-satisfied smile spreads across Lucifer's face as he retakes his place behind you.
"So you can beg, what an obedient whore." The tip of Lucifer's dick taps against your hole, before he slowly slides past your rim with a low groan. "Fuck… are you this tight for everyone, or am I special?"
"Jus- just you…" You barely manage to murmur back, but Lucifer is beyond pleased with your answer, finally driving cock to the hilt with a low groan- you are a perfect fit for his cock.
Now he sets his pace, something steady and forceful that fucks the thoughts from your head on every inward stroke, the walls of the dressing room one hard thrust away from trembling beneath your weight. With every pull back, the head of Lucifer's dick drags over your prostate, your legs twitching and quivering in sensitivity- it's taking everything in you to stay quiet, but that's not what Lucifer wants.
"Talk- come on, talk for me, pretty boy, tell me how good you feel." With that gasping command your mouth falls open and a flood of praise rolls out.
"You feel so good, thank you, fuck, thank you- harder, please-" Any thought of silence is lost in the haze of lust, pleading for Lucifer to go harder, to go faster, for more, more, more. 
Lucifer throws his head back with an unrestrained groan, slamming his hips against yours with unprecedented speed and force, tearing moans from your chest with ease. 
"Oh God-" Lucifer grips your hair tightly to cut off your cry, his tone turning furious.
"Don't you-" he loses his words in a slew of curses for a moment. "-don't you ever call for anyone else, fuck, I am your god, understand?"
The moment he asks, you nod- but that's not enough. The hold on your hair tightens, and Lucifer pulls your head back, forcing you to face your reflection in the glass; covered in your own spit and tears, the thin white fabric of your blouse turned sheer from sweat.
"Say it." Lucifer's voice drops to a dangerous hiss, his free hand moving to stroke the length of your dick in time with his thrusts.
You let out a wail the moment he touches you, a fresh stream of tears welling up and rolling down your cheeks.
"You! You're m-my God!" It's slurred and sobbed, but at this moment, you mean your words completely. 
Abruptly, Lucifer pulls you back against his chest by the scalp, then locks his arm around your neck, constricting your airways. 
"Who?" Lucifer presses on, prompting another answer from you.
Even though your voice is strained through his tight grip, you call out for him, an obedient worshipper. "Lucifer!"
He lets out a shuddering sigh of pleasure. "Again."
"Lucifer!" You answer, and his pace falters for a moment. 
"Again, louder." He commands once more, and you follow.
"Lucifer!" His hips pump into you even faster, and your cock is beginning to throb erratically, you're so close. 
"Louder!" Lucifer's voice pounds through your skull, you think this must be madness.
"Lucifer, Lucifer, Lucifer!" At last, your orgasm hits you all at once with an ear-splitting scream, every muscle in your body drawing taut within Lucifer's hold.
You arch against him, legs kicking at his shins as Lucifer holds you up by nothing but his arm around your throat, your cum splattering against the fitting room mirror. With all your tightening and convulsing, Lucifer's orgasm isn't far behind, his thrusts have turned irregular and unsteady- but you're struggling for breath, clawing his prim black dress shirt in desperation.
At last, you feel hot cum flood your insides in tandem with Lucifer's shuddering groan, and a heartbeat later, he lets you go. You crumple beneath your weight, letting his cock slip free from your ass as you fall forward against the mirror. You can't help but see yourself- rather, the mess you've become. Heaving and panting, your face glistening with saliva, tears, and snot, strands of your cum caught in your hair and smeared over your skin from where you hit the mirror.
"Well, then." Lucifer is already tucking his dick back into his pants, retrieving his discarded gloves from the floor. "Get up, we've been here long enough."
Tongue heavy in your mouth, you can barely even form the words to protest. "I… I can't…"
A firm hand grasps your upper arm and yanks you up to your feet. Feeling Lucifer's cum ooze from your ass, you can't help but shiver- a few drops hit your calves and soak into your boxers, still looped around your ankles.
Lucifer huffs out a disappointed mutter when you sag against him, then guides you to wrap your arms around his neck. Luckily, Lucifer helps you redress yourself, pulling your boxers back up, then stuffing you back into your uniform dress pants- however, you're left in the sweat-stained blouse. 
Lips press against your ear, a whispered threat. "You're going to walk by yourself. If you stumble or don't keep up, I will whip you bloody- understand?"
There's nothing you can do but nod. You've given yourself to Lucifer completely, mind, body, and soul- and a worshipper does not deny the requests of his god.
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That will be all for today's showing folks, as always, thank you for viewing!
This was made based on a prompt I submitted to @akunya in uhhh... checks watch oh god February. I didn't mean to take this long. I started writing half of this several months ago, then I opened it this morning and suddenly blasted through the rest in like 5 hours. Possessed by the spirit of horny I guess...
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lancermylove · 6 months
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NB Luci likes to show off his skin more than OG Luci. 😂 No complaints here though. 👀
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saeyoungchoismaid · 1 year
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hi love! big fan of your blog <3 if it wouldn't be too much trouble, could I request hc's for a gender neutral MC who calls the obey me boys (minus luke ofc) by terms of endearment as a nickname, like calling mammon honey! love you, have a great day!
Hi anon! I'm assuming you're asking for their reactions to being called smth like that and what they'd prefer to be called? Idk but that's what I did lol. Hope you enjoy!
Genre: fluff
Warnings: none
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Lucifer:
I think the first time you use a term of endearment for him, he's just kinda like 🧍 LMAO
like it just catches him so off guard bc he's not used to it
if you call him smth serious like "darling" or "sweetie," he will blush but try to hide it
if it's smth dumb like "my honey bunches of oats," he's going to give you the most unimpressed look imaginable
definitely prefers to call you and to be called the more 'mature' terms such as darling, honey, my love, sweetheart, my beloved, and so on
Mammon:
blushes 47103784 different shades and can't stop stuttering the first time you call him one
pretends to not like them but is actually obsessed
he will legit think you're mad at him if you use his name instead of a pet name 😭✋😂
likes calling you the cheesy, dorky stuff like sweetie (pie), cutie (pie), my honey bunches of oats, sugar, sunshine, buttercup, sweet pea, and so on
he likes when you call him babe/baby, honey, sweetie, handsome, sweet thang, good lookin, and probs smth ridiculous like stud muffin 💀
Levi:
dies on the spot. rip Levi
nah but he fr gets SO embarrassed
honestly probably takes him a while to call you anything other than your name and "normie" 😭✋
when he finally gets with the program, he'd probably start out with calling you basic stuff like babe/baby and beautiful, and then might start warming up to more playful ones like queen/king or even smth oddly specific like Pudding Pop which ofc has a funny story behind it
he likes it when you call him babe/baby. And while these next ones are so corny and cheesy that it makes him want to die, he secretly loves them. Honey bun, sweetie (pie), love bug, and mayhaps even a baby boy?
Satan:
I can't decide if he'd be blushing red from embarrassment or would just be such a cocky bastard about it 😭✋
idk maybe if he was unsure about your feelings then he'd be flustered, but if he knew how you felt, he'd just be smirking as his sharp tongue went unchecked
honestly, probably uses similar terms that Luci uses, but I think he'd also use terms that are from books, poetry, and so on. Stuff like rosebud, jewel, my beloved, apple of my eye, light of my life, beau, dove, cara mia ("my beloved" in Italian), and so on. He'd also love to call you kitten/kitty cat/etc
he'd probably, again, like similar ones that Luci prefers. I think he'd also like things like Romeo, my other half, soulmate, my one and only, and other stuff like that. He even grows to like "old man" despite the fact that he pretends to hate it 💀
Asmo:
sigh. where to even start with this man
he's been calling you pet names since day one 😭💀
it ranges from cutie to sexy, baby to mi amor, sweet cheeks to darling, little dove to doll. it's a new one every time he addresses you I stg. It honestly just depends on what kind of mood he's/you're in, where you are, who you're with, etc.
he likes when you call him the same things, but especially likes anything that refers to his looks such as handsome, dream boat, papi, hot stuff, sexy, casanova, and so on. He also likes things like prince charming and my knight in shining armor
Beel:
my time has come
probably blushes when you call him one but then gets super happy and is just cheesin for the rest of the day
loves loves loves when you both use food ones 😭😂 sweetie pie, honey (bun), jellybean, cupcake, dumpling, buttercup, sugarplum, puddin, sugar, the list goes on 😭✋😂
I think he would also like the really sweet and cute ones too though like honey bunny, love bug, my love, darling, and so on
Belphie:
can dish it out but can't eat what he's cookin LMAO
easily calls you pet names but always gets so embarrassed when you return it. (He's probably the type to get angry when you call him something sweet or cute LMAO like his embarrassment turns into anger to cope with it anogifehdfah)
he loves calling you my moon/stars/sun(shine). I think he'd also use ones like angel, babe/baby, sweetie/sweetheart, and so on
he'd like when you call him sleepyhead, teddy bear, babe/baby, and snuggle bug. Super cheesy ones like snookums or smth like that will never fail to make him grin and chuckle
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anintrovertedechoe · 8 months
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MC: who the fuck took my capri sun i just wanna talk
the brothers knowing that whoever did is fucking dead:
Lucifer: it was me.
MC: what.
Lucifer: it was me
MC: …why.
Lucifer, clearing his throat (with a little smirky smirk on his face): it tastes like demonus and i miss it, you whore.
MC, squinting: well fucking played, bitch.
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based off this post right here!
btw Lucifer planned tbh is out for months like the nerd he is, everyone laugh at the old man (affectionate)
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rip he just found out his dad has a sex life
and i'm loving the contrast between mammon seeing a hickey on lucifer vs finding out asmo left a hickey on solomon
Mammon exposed to his little brother's sex life: 😑🙄😮‍💨🫤🤨🥱
Mammon exposed to his big brother's sex life: 🤢😨😭😱😖🤮
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aki-i-guess · 1 year
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CW: cute little scenarios with lucifer and mammon! Literally just the smallest little sweet drabbles. I love them so much 😭💜
Lucifer:
He loves to hold you in his arms, willing to drop anything and everything in favor of tugging you into a warm, snuggly embrace. While you’re sleeping one night, he draws you close to tuck your sleeping form under his chin. One of his hands moves up to thumb along the swell of your cheek, taking in the peaceful tranquility he only got to see during moments like this. He would whisper softly, sweetly, everything he adored about you. He hoped, even asleep, you could hear him. Lucifer wanted, needed you to understand the extent of his love, needed you to know how deep the affection ran through him. All for you.
A soft kiss planted on your forehead was all Lucifer needed to drift off to sleep.
Mammon:
Laughter, bright and cheerful, echoed down an empty Devildom street. Mammon’s got a handful of poker chips and you’ve got both of your coats, thankfully. He moved to pocket the chips, dropping a few before frantically picking them up, causing even more chips to go tumbling across the sidewalk.
You giggled at his struggle, moving to slide both jackets to one arm so you could help the flailing demon. He protested at first, declaring the Great Mammon could handle it. But you helped anyway, earning a bright red flush on the demon’s cheeks. Once all of his chips were safely secured in his pockets, he reached for your hand. Fingers intertwined and an even worse flush to his face than before, you make your way home.
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xythlia · 1 year
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𝘍𝘈𝘝𝘖𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘌 𝘗𝘈𝘐𝘙
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› lucifer x f!reader (you/yours)
› cw: panty thief luci, piv, unprotected, creampie, nipple pinching
› wc: 900
› synopsis: after months of scurrying around, snatching your panties and trying to keep a lid on his growing desire, you two are blissfully caught up in one another. Surely there's no chance of you discovering his dirty little secret...
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It began innocuously enough, just noticing here or there that a pair of your panties had disappeared while sorting your laundry on your bed. You chalked it up to your own forgetfulness or the age old theory of driers eating small items of clothes occasionally, which seemed perfectly plausible considering where you were living.
It wasn't until you realized it wasn't stopping that you became concerned. Each wash seemed to "eat" more and more of them, and the ones in your dresser drawers were vanishing as well. You thought of asking someone about it, but quickly found you didn't have the guts to stammer out the question of "hey, are you stealing my underwear?" to any demon in the house.
You aren't sure why it's coming to your mind now, not when you should be focusing on your lips meeting Lucifer's and his hands roaming your body. It was clearly the culmination of all these months of sharing space and building tensions between you two, and you weren't complaining. For so long he'd been so aloof, but you persisted against the cold front.
Now you could indulge in the rewards of your efforts, pussy grinding obscenely against his clothed erection and feeling yourself growing wetter, your clit throbbing with the friction. His grip on your hips was firm, guiding your own as you moved against him.
Whines and pleas quickly spill from your mouth as his hands leave you to unzip his slacks, his flushed, thick cock beaded with precum had you practically salivating. You were unabashedly begging him to slide snugly inside your gummy walls, wanting to feel your body stretch around his length.
You didn't know it but you whining for his cock inside you was making his heart beat out of time, his common fantasy of imagining your slick cunt wrapping around him as he masturbated into your stolen panties was finally coming true. He'd foolishly tried pushing you away, tried keeping your underwear as a bargain to himself but it seems he's a weaker man that he'd like to admit.
He groaned into your lips in response, your unashamed mouth swallowing the sound greedily as his hands came to cup the underside of your breasts, thumbs gently circling your peaked nipples.
It was like the spark that flies from striking two pieces of flint against one another, a lustful ache ignited inside your gut. He wasn't even inside you yet, not even prodding your pussy with the head of his cock and yet here you are falling to pieces over the slightest sensation.
"Lucifer," you mewl out as you wrap your arms around his neck, fingers lacing a crown. Further begging is cut off as you feel his throbbing cock slide through your slick folds, rubbing against your clit so sweetly.
He presses open mouthed sloppy kisses to the curve of your shoulder, fingers still brushing and pinching your sensitive nipples while your hips continue to move. Lucifer had, in those deep hours of the night, tortured himself with visions of you bouncing on his lap, taking everything he has to give you and filling your sloppy cunt with the cum that regretfully spilled on your adorable panties.
"I've wanted you for so long," he rasps as he guides you to slide down his length, nearly gasping at the sensation of your warmth enveloping him. The admission would be shocking to his sensibilities if he weren't so drunk on your body and the pathetic cries slipping past your lips.
His words only serve to feed the blaze thats built steadily inside you, heat rushing beneath your skin and your mouth drops open once he bottoms out inside you. The stoked embers push you closer to the cliffs edge as he guides you once more to begin moving, reveling in every prod of his head pushing against your spongy walls. You knew with all the foreplay beforehand that you wouldn't last long, your nerves alight and mind too ready to embrace euphoria.
It's not long before you're a blubbering mess just bouncing on his cock, crying out nonsense and bursts of his name.
You felt heavenly, more divine than anything he's touched in eons, as your walls pulsed and clenched around him and the mess on your thighs only grew slicker. With a few more sporadic thrusts of his hips you felt your orgasm crash down on you, as if the ceiling caved in. Burying your face in his neck muffled your cries as your thighs twitched and your head spun, drooling against his skin as he continued to thrust upward inside you.
The feeling of your pussy milking him for all he was worth was too much to hold out against, and you felt his cock throb inside you once he stilled, as a thick warmth spread deep in your abdomen.
You stayed in his arms, going more boneless by the second, for what felt like an eternity as you both caught your breath. Blearily your eyes open, focusing through the pleasure haze on something peaking out from a heap of discarded papers on the stand beside the settee...
Something satiny and uncomfortably familiar, making your stomach drop.
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oceanlipgloss · 3 months
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FATHER✝
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LUCIFER.
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+ warnings: erotic themes, religious defamation.
+ my mc is the heroine, so the pronouns are feminine.
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He knew his Father was watching.
He has always watched, and he forever will. When things are like that, why not make this a sight worth remembering?
Once he fell, everything shattered like so many cracks, fractures, and broken bones, too—boundaries, punishments and virtue.
The first time an angel fell in love, hell broke loose in paradise. The last time an angel fell in love, immortality melted into a human life.
Now, though? No one in the Father's heaven or in the prince's underworld would dare violate him for falling in love, for staying in love, for making love.
And damn, was he grateful for that.
Because she was lovely under him, her body stark white between his black sheets, his pale fingers parting her sweet lips. Red nail polish looked less like blood and more like the glistening roses that had pooled in dainty ponds under her skin.
Had his Father seen how his teeth had perfectly put each petal in place—on her neck, her shoulders, her waist? Had he witnessed as he dyed her hair crimson with his gaze?
Whenever he admired her with her curls sprawled on his pillow like ribbons of orange flame—his pride burned blindingly bright. It gleamed with a warmth that burst through his chest and swallowed candlelight.
After all, she was not just a beautiful woman in his bed.
“Light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul,” a reverent voice recited in his head.
She was a sacred fire that could tame saints and was the very pride in his veins. She was that timeless love and his endless life. She was his greatest sin.
Why else would he often find himself lost in her, the back of his hand cool against her rosy face as he forgot reason and time?
For even under the damning eyes of his Father, even when he knew that he couldn't afford the slightest lapse before the condemning persecutor, he was the drowning one.
He was the proud one.
He was the lucky one.
His beloved was his through and through, after all; his Father had deemed him profane traitor, yet the purest of souls had fallen for him, the almighty devil. 
Stars that once lit the horizon seemed to glow in his mere capillaries at the thought. That was pride. That was her.
There was so much love for him in her eyes. Was that how nuns looked at the dead man on the cross while they prayed?
Except...she worshipped him. And his Father watched her as she did. The Lord is a charlatan.
He felt her tongue on the cupid's bow of his smirking lips. Those stars within him were none other than his darkest sin—no other than enamoured pride, setting his body alight.
For millennia, ink had been blackening water, but his wings in that moment were a moonlit night that slowly spread above her. Her fingertips touched the gold that wove between the ridges of his horns. Warm ghosts.
He parted his beauty's legs. It was bad manners to keep a lady waiting.
And...he knew his Father was watching.
He has always watched, and he forever will. When things were going to be like that, he made damn sure it was a night none of them would ever forget.
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+note: “light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul” is an excerpt from Vladimir Nabokov's ‘Lolita.’
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+ MASTERLIST
+ AO3 POST
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©𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨
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